This podcast may cause dizziness, confusion, bloating, uncontrollable laughter, and in some cases, anal leakage.

Listener discretion is strongly advised. Hey, this is episode number 166 of, excuse me, that's illegal.

The podcast takes a hardcore look, get some softcore crimes. I'm your boy, Leroy,

coming at you. Straight out of the closet with not one, but two tales that take place at Trader Joe's.

This is our first venture out there. So I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it.

I'm about to lose control.

And I think I like it.

Oh, yeah.

That got creepy.

My apologies for taking a week off there.

That wasn't planned.

This episode was going to be a few days late.

Then it was my son's birthday. I also got a new

laptop, which is fantastic. It works really well, but it's taken a little getting used to. So instead

of getting all stressed out and trying to keep up, I decided to use the week to get a little bit ahead

and get myself some breathing room. I hope you guys understand if you noticed at all. I act like your life

revolves around this podcast. Mine seems to at times, but surely yours doesn't. At least I hope not.

That'd be pretty sad. I gotta give another shout out to Hannah. Seems like I'm doing this every week,

but she keeps sending me all these good stories. It's really helping me out. I don't have to get my

hands all dirty, searching up crimes as much. It's great. She sent me the first incident we're going to cover at Trader Joe's. Trader Joe's is no waffle house, but I was able to scrounge up a second disturbance over there as well. So heck, what do you say? Let's get into it. But first, we got to get a joke to set the mood. A husband and wife were grocery shopping when the husband picked up a case of Budweiser and placed

it in the cart.

What do you think you're doing? asked the wife.

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